By Lynn Hamilton Rutherford
Date: 10 October 1999

Whispers at the Window

we share a window - you and I
that opens a bit to let light in
and tenderly calls us to step through
instead of pausing at the sill.

likewise the window closes,
gently - as if to whisper
no not yet - it isn't time.

your occasional passings
and my occasional ventures to look out -
these are etched in the heavens.

i live inside these curtained walls
with my life here - and your life there,
and though we dwell
in seperate chambers,
we share a bond we can't explain.

through all our comings and goings,
and winds that blow us here and there,
we find ourselves once more beside the window,
where we lay our head upon the sill
and whisper through the glass.